Cobb stared grimly at Keradin. Again he reminded himself that they had come too far to take a chance on the general’s either escaping or dying now. Cobb led him to the bow of the boat, waving his arms wildly to draw the Turks’ attention. When he was sure they were watching, he turned the general slightly and caught him firmly on the side of the jaw with a roundhouse punch. As Keradin staggered backward, Cobb pointed first at him and then at the Turks, hoping they would understand his intentions. Then he pushed the general over the side, again gesturing at the spot where the body had hit the water. Two Turkish sailors immediately leaped over the side and swam for Keradin.
“Give me a hand when we’re in the water,” Cobb shouted to a sailor. Then, facing Verra, he wrapped his arms tightly around her and without a word, jumped over the side. On the surface, the sailor was beside him. Each slid a hand under her arms and struck out for the Turkish boat.
From its deck, they witnessed the death of Lassiter’s craft. She slipped by the stern deeper into the water, bubbles swarming furiously around her, flames reaching the tip of the bow. Then the boat and Lassiter were gone.
ISTANBUL
Cobb studied Verra’s features closely. Even with the bandage covering part of her forehead, he admired how naturally lovely she was. Her hair, blonde and soft looking, had been pulled back by one of the nurses and tied in a ponytail. Her face was definitely Slavic, cheekbones high and accentuated even more by the rainbow bruises on the side where the stitches had been taken. Her mouth was wide, her lips full, slightly parted now as she slept. Christ, how he hated to leave her.
He held her hand, occasionally stroking it as he had been doing since he came in to sit with her. Tough! That’s what she was — tough to be able to hold up so well after what she had been through over the last fifteen hours.
Her eyes fluttered open, looking first at him, lips opening slightly in a smile, then scanning the room. “Cobb…”
“Right here. I’ve been here, right beside you, since they fixed you up.”
“Where are we? Who…?”
He hushed her with a finger to her lips. “Shh, it’s all right. We’re in Istanbul. You’re in a hospital. You got a busted arm when that bulkhead caved in on you, and they stuck a couple of stitches in that cut on your head. But other than that, you’re fine. A few days and—”
“Do we have a few days?”
“Sure you do. An attaché from the American Embassy has already been over. He’ll take good care of you until you’re able to—”
“Cobb, no. You promised you’d take me away.”
He hesitated. “You’ll be in American custody.”
“And you — where are you going?”
“I have to get back. Lassiter’s dead. And Keradin — I have to get him back to my boss who’s on a carrier somewhere near Malta. I’ve got another boat, a loaner from the Turks. It’s still too dangerous to fly with Keradin until we’re back in our own airspace.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “Our other carrier, Saratoga, will provide air cover on the rest of the run. She’s east of Cyprus now.”
“Why are you going back on your promise?” Her eyes above the classic cheekbones were damp. She pushed his hand away. Her expression was sheer disappointment.
“But you’ll be under American control here.”
“If the Russians decide they want Turkey, they will take it very quickly. There will be no questions about that, no time for American officials to worry about an injured Polish girl.” She turned away from him. “Maybe twenty-four hours from now, when you are back secure within your airspace or whatever you want to call it, I may be under their control again.” She turned back, expressive eyes narrowed, half accusing, half imploring. “Is that how you keep your promises, Cobb? I kept mine.”
He remained silent, caught in her gaze. “I don’t know how we’ll get you out of here.”
“I’ll walk out. I don’t need your help, just your word.”
“It’ll still be dangerous, even with air cover. They could—”
“I’ll take my chances, Cobb. Keradin seems to have done just fine taking his.”
He remembered the Russian general standing stoically behind the wheelhouse, exposing himself to fire, welcoming death as a release from captivity. Cobb smiled at her. “He’s almost as tough as you. Okay. I guess at this point I can arrange anything.”
“Thank you.” Her face softened again. “I don’t know how to thank you…”
He patted her hand again and smiled back. “Later. My boat’s ready and I’ve got some volunteers who are willing to fill up my crew. I told them I was just waiting to say good-bye to you as soon as—”
“Never mind, Cobb,” she insisted. “I’ll manage.” She sat up, dangling her feet over the edge of the bed. Her head hung down for a minute. Then she looked up at him, smiling painfully. “You know, Cobb, it hurts a little.” She pointed first to her head and then to the arm tightly strapped to her ribs with a sling. She took a couple of deep breaths. “There. See? All gone — or almost.” She stood up. The ridiculous hospital gown the nurses had half wrapped around her fell open. “No secrets, eh, Cobb? I guess there’s no need — after our little episode in Keradin’s room.” She looked around. “My clothes?”
“I suppose they burned them. What was left of them was covered with blood. We’ll find something.”
“How about Keradin?” she asked, wincing slightly as she walked back and forth. “Did you give his back yet, or do you still have him running around in his shorts?” Her face brightened with a malicious grin.
“General Keradin is now dressed as a Turkish sailor.”
She turned, her eyes again slightly narrowed. “If you were me, Cobb, you would not offer him the slightest comfort.” Looking away, she said, “Forget it. He’s your prisoner, not mine. Please find me some clothes. I want only your promise.” She broke into tears.
Cobb went over to her, turning her around slowly. She looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks. Tentatively, she placed her free hand on his shoulder, blinking back her tears. Cobb pulled her to him, his arms encircling her, and said, “I’m sorry I ever thought about leaving you here, breaking my promise.”
“Shh,” she whispered in his ear. “Just hold me for a moment. I was afraid you might not take me after everything you saw at the dacha.”
He kissed her lightly. “Never entered my mind. Here, let me go find something for you.” There would be time to be together later; there was none now. He released her very slowly, gazing into those deep eyes. He was not accustomed to the emotion he felt. Perhaps he was just tired. Perhaps that was why he was experiencing this odd and very warm feeling.
D-DAY
Through Pentagon intelligence reports, the president was fully aware of the dawn meeting in the Kremlin of the STAVKA, the Main Military Council. He also knew that the purpose of the conference was to make final recommendations to the State Committee for Defense. But these recommendations were a foregone conclusion, for the meeting was simply to determine any final alterations to their operations plan. Since the Soviet leadership preferred efficiency and constancy, the president anticipated there would be no changes.
Of those seen entering the Kremlin that early morning, the Soviet Navy was noted to be heavily represented. The intelligence report reinforced Admiral Pratt’s earlier assessments for those in Washington who supported his views. Admiral Chemavin, the commander in chief of the Soviet Navy, was in attendance along with Admiral Milchaylovskiy, commander of the Northern Fleet, Admiral Khovrin, commander of the Black Sea Fleet, and General Colonel (Aviation) Mironenko, commander of Naval Aviation. General Keradin’s second in command, General Colonel Melekhin, surprised the president when it was learned he attended the meeting, because intelligence reports predicted weeks before that Melekhin’s status was weak and that he would likely be purged.